Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Voldemort was floating in the sky, and the black mist shrouded him like a subordinate, staring down at Sherlock with cold eyes.

"You are very talented. This kind of soul magic can allow you to use it to such an extent. Looking at the entire history of magic, you can't find anyone else. Even your stupid mother can't use the magic she created. I can definitely compare with you.”

"If you are willing to be my servant, I may be able to give you a chance to live."

Sherlock held his arm that was no longer bleeding for the time being. He looked up at Voldemort with a sneer.

"Who do you think I am? Barty Crouch Jr.? Not to mention other positions, what kind of person would surrender to the enemy who killed his relatives?"

Voldemort shook his head, he did look a little regretful.

"That's really a shame."

He didn't say any more nonsense and waved his wand again.

It was still the unforgivable death curse, and the dark green beam shot straight towards Sherlock.

With a lot of lost wands and Sherlock's almost exhausted physical strength, it was now much more difficult to evade the Death Curse of the Undead Demon.

He panted violently and looked at the black cloud-like mist hanging over his head. He couldn't help but think of the bad prophecy Silk said to him not long ago.

Today, I'm afraid he is really in trouble.

...

After drinking the bottle of elixir that Sherlock gave her at the beginning of this semester, Silk once again struggled to open her pale golden eyes, which had dimmed to the extreme, and stared at the stone pier.

Still playing back one scene, without paying attention to other unnecessary scenes, she just stared at that dark night, when the man in gray robe walked close to Shidun.

Silk seemed to have returned to that night and became the only bystander at the scene.

The vision in front of her was clearer than the previous two times, and she could clearly see that the man in gray robe raised the wand in his hand, pointed it at the Triwizard Cup placed here, and carefully carved obscure words. magic lines.

Hilke did not go to any magic academy. All her magic knowledge was learned from the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic. She is definitely more proficient in some magic than most wizards from the academy. But similarly, her magic knowledge is too simple.

Just like the magic pattern that the gray-robed man was carving on the Triwizard Cup, she couldn't understand it at all.

But even if she couldn't understand it, she memorized it all without blinking.

Two hours had passed in her time-rewind vision, but in reality, only five minutes had passed.

Dumbledore naturally discovered Silke's current situation. He did not say anything to disturb her. He just looked at her pale golden eyes that were bleeding like tears, and frowned more and more.

He was not the only one who noticed that something was wrong with Hilke. Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley and others on the side also noticed that her current condition was very bad, but they did not dare to speak casually for fear of disturbing her. The time was wrong and it delayed what she was doing now.

Just as Silke's eyes became more and more hollow, the blood flowing from her eyes had slid down her cheeks to her collar, and her robe was covered with blood stains. Dumbledore finally couldn't help but interrupt her self-harming behavior. hour.

Silk also ended this time review.

Her body collapsed weakly. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley next to her immediately supported her body, preventing her from falling to the ground.

Silk stretched out his slightly trembling hand, used his wand to trace the most critical magic pattern circuits engraved on the Triwizard Cup by the man in gray robes in mid-air, and tried his best to open his pale lips and speak.

"This is the magic pattern that person drew when he was making the door key."

Dumbledore looked at those lines, and his frown suddenly relaxed, and he said to Professor McGonagall in a hurried tone.

"Take her to Madam Pomfrey."

Then he stretched out his arm, and Phoenix Fox spread its wings on his arm, with golden-red light flowing among its feathers.

"Would you be interested in taking a trip with me now, Connelly?"

He looked at Fudge, and the words he spoke seemed like questions, but in fact, his arm had already been put on Fudge's shoulders.

Fudge had a forced smile on his face, and just when he was about to refuse, he joined Dumbledore, and the two of them flashed into a golden light on the spot, and then disappeared into Hogwarts at the same time.

At the same time, Dumbledore and Fudge suddenly appeared in the Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic.

After learning from Silk the exact location where Sherlock was teleported, Dumbledore did not choose to go there immediately, but took Fudge to the Ministry of Magic first.

At this time, the Auror office was still brightly lit, and even though it was already off-duty time, there were still a large number of Aurors gathered here. This was considered normal, and no one doubted that this phenomenon was special.

The place where Dumbledore and the others appeared was in front of Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office and the wizard who had been the head Auror for nearly twenty years.

The first time he saw Dumbledore, he stood up from his chair with a serious expression.

"So, is there definitely going to be a special operation tonight?"

"My presence here means that things have reached the worst possible situation." Dumbledore said calmly, "Now you can call all the Aurors over."

Fudge was relieved at first when he found out that he was being taken to the Ministry of Magic.

But when he heard the brief conversation between Scrimgeour and Dumbledore, his body tensed up instantly.

Fudge, who was always suspicious of Dumbledore's plans for his ministerial position, immediately thought that Scrimgeour and Dumbledore were collaborating!

What happened tonight is very likely a conspiracy planned by Dumbledore!

He widened his eyes, looked at Scrimgeour and Dumbledore, and asked sharply.

"What do you want to do by summoning Aurors! Without ministerial authority, even the director of the Auror Office can only summon one-fifth of the standing manpower at most!"

Dumbledore said softly with a calm face.

"The Minister will be with us tonight, so summoning all Aurors is in line with the rules and the law."

"What nonsense are you talking about! I did not agree with your actions! I don't know where you are going now! What on earth do you want to do! Dumbledore!"

His shouts did not receive any response. The Aurors, who had been in preparation for a long time, were assembled in less than five minutes.

Subsequently, Scrimgeour, Dumbledore and the kidnapped Minister of Magic Fudge led 85% of the entire Ministry of Magic's Auror staff to leave the Ministry of Magic.

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